Words do not a writer make
Nor poems nouns or prose
But the heart that breaks for breaking sake
Beyond calling Rose a rose

It's not the nouns or adjectives
Or strings of sappy lines
It's seeing love where nothing lives
And seeing darkness shine

A writer sees beyond the words
But sees the great divide
Between what heart says and what is heard
Never satisfied

A writer does not fill the page
With words that others need
But the page the page is the stage
Where their emotion bleeds

Of the things I think a writer holds
You may disagree
But if your heart is moved to words so bold
A writer you may be

As long as words are here
As long as they live
Softly grazing on grass like a deer
I will also continue to live

If in case they are stuck-up
Silently escaping my mind
A remedy must be in a cup
As to a place I can easily find

Because that is me
Childishly watching myself bleed
Delirious at my own sullen right knee
Enveloped by the cut from a pointed seed
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22814
11:17 AM

I can still remember the day we first met
That memory still lingers and was well kept
Everytime you come near, my world feels like spinning
This heartbeat is all I can hear – crying, screaming, humming, and singing

I have not expected this to happen or the things to be like this
Maybe I have already fallen and now I know the word ‘bliss’
I wish I could tell how I really feel
That for you I fell and gave me the strength to move a hill

I hope that I may have enough courage
To let the world we live know
I have wished upon a shooting star and read every book’s last page
Just to teach myself how

I guess all I can do is watch you walk and move every night and day
For I am not brave enough to jump a full height
I made flimsy scribbles on this page with gay
This poem I made for you will now take its first flight
_
May 2013

To the one
Day I met you
For now it is gone

To the first
Feeling I’ve had
Eventually burst

To the day
Our eyes locked up
This feeling so gay

To the air
We both breathed in
For now this ain’t fair

As I lay
All of these things
In a white casket
On a fine funny day
With my hand holding a basket
Of flowers that bloom only on May

I found this flower
This one, so puny
I took it for its beauty
Taught me about the power
Of something not to be
Taken only for granted
And dump if not wanted

And now
As I silently wave
And say goodbye
To the one
To the first
To the day*

I wish you
All the happiness
To fight that sadness
Blending in your hue
_
4814
11:34PM

It’s not with your lustrous hair
That makes me feel
It’s not with your luscious words
That make me thrill
I really can’t find it as of now
But I know where and how

For the days that passed
I can remember some memoirs that’ll last
Framing each special day
With you I’ll always gay

Now that the time has come for me
Though how hard it can be
I will really make it plain sure
That my love for you is clean and pure
_
March 2012

Words by: Willyam Pax
Music by: Daisie Partido Vergara

How far would I go to love you?
How many times would I dive in River Bayou.
Loving you this way seems isn't enough
I longed for you to give me a chance, ohh...


Would my love be enough for you?
Or you'll disregard me for what I have at hand?
Would you leave me in shades of black or blue.
My love is bare because I care, my love


Refrain:
Would you give me a little bit of love in advance?
Would you give me a chance to see you stay.
So much as I breathe your essence like air
I was so tired even though I tried my very best
Sometimes I feel like giving-up,
But resigning wouldn't do anything to stop
This heart that beats only for you somehow ask
How far would I go to love you?


I know I don't have everything
For I survive with just some little things,
Enough for me to live this kind of life
And even my choices are full of strife

Refrain:
Would you give me a little bit of love in advance?
Would you give me a chance to see you stay.
So much as I breathe your essence like air
I was so tired even though I tried my very best
Sometimes I feel like giving-up,
But resigning wouldn't do anything to stop
This heart that beats only for you somehow ask
How far would I go to love you?



Original poem:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1346413/">
How far would I go to love you?